Laughter, Lovers and Friends: Quickie Peeks into Favorite Scenes by Author May Water

Once again I’m happy to welcome Siren author May Water to Behind Closed Doors. Her bilovable series featuring Molly Doll and her polyamorous lovers is menage at it’s finest…and funniest. Several readers have voted on their favorite funny lines from all four books in the series and May has been kind enough to share them with us today. Just a reminder that this website contains very graphic, explicit material that should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. By reading any further, you agree that you are over 18 and have been warned that the content within could be considered offensive to some people.

Now let’s take that sneak peek into all four of May’s menage and more books from Siren Publishing.

“You go all day barely saying a word, and then you see a candy shop and go off like an alarm,” he mumbled. “And stop sticking out your tongue, or I’ll have to put it to better use.”

She turned her head and stuck her tongue out again. This time she moved it in a very vulgar manner. “Yeah, go on and try, pretty boy,” she said saucily.

He pinched her buttocks, which caused her to jump in her seat. “I’m surprised your teeth don’t rot from all the candy you eat,” he remarked as he gazed out the window. “I only eat it on special occasions,” she snapped.

Michael turned and arched an eyebrow at her. “I saw you eating some the other day. Are Wednesdays special occasions now?” he asked with a slight grin. Molly laughed out loud.

“You go all day barely saying a word, and then you see a candy shop and go off like an alarm,” he mumbled. “And stop sticking out your tongue, or I’ll have to put it to better use.”

She turned her head and stuck her tongue out again. This time she moved it in a very vulgar manner. “Yeah, go on and try, pretty boy,” she said saucily.

He pinched her buttocks, which caused her to jump in her seat. “I’m surprised your teeth don’t rot from all the candy you eat,” he remarked as he gazed out the window. “I only eat it on special occasions,” she snapped.

Michael turned and arched an eyebrow at her. “I saw you eating some the other day. Are Wednesdays special occasions now?” he asked with a slight grin. Molly laughed out loud.

“What the hell am I going to do?” he asked softly. His blue eyes glistened with tears. She was suddenly very frightened. He scooted back, leaned his back against her bed, and bowed his head. When he raised it, he locked eyes with her. He licked his lips and gulped before speaking.

“Moll, I fucking love you,” he said softly. Then he bent his head and rested his forehead on his fingers which formed a temple. Molly’s heart jumped in her chest, and her pulse quickened. Those were the words she had always fantasized him saying to her. Well, not the “fucking” part, but it was close.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she cried out. Michael nudged the door closed with his foot and then flung her over his shoulder. She laughed out loud as he carried her up the stairs. “I’m here because I miss my wife! And my wife’s wife! Evan is parking the car in my mother’s driveway. Jess went with him. Thank god my mother hired that neighborhood boy to keep it shoveled,” he said. Once they got upstairs he carried her to the bed and plopped her down. Immediately he shrugged off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Molly laughed out loud and sat up quickly. He kept unbuttoning with one hand and shoved her back down with the other. He grinned at her while he undressed, his eyes never leaving her. Very quickly he was totally nude. His athletic frame was oh so appealing and his luscious cock stood at attention. He was about to climb on top of her but she held her hands to block him. “At least shut the door,” she hissed. Michael sighed, pecked her forehead, and hopped up. She admired his tight buttocks and strong back as he strutted to the door. She heard him talk to the puppy before closing the door. “Sorry, little Mikey, you can’t come in. I’m going to bang Mommy,” he said in a very sweet voice. Molly laughed out loud when he pounced on the bed and began tugging off her nightie. “Aw, it took the little guy all that time to make it up the stairs, only to be told he can’t come in,” she teased. “It’s big Mikey’s time to come in—inside of you that is. Ooh flannel. Very sexy,” he teased as he yanked the nightgown over her head, causing gooseflesh to cover her arms. He blew raspberries on her belly and nipped her breasts playfully. Molly couldn’t stop giggling.

Molly bent over the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide. Jack sidled right up behind her and pressed his hard bulge against her bottom. A finger dipped into her wet hole, and she heard him suck it. Then he smacked her ass quite hard. The sting made her squirm with excitement. “I want to spank your tender ass until you beg for me to fuck you. I want to make you scream,” he said with a growl.

“But the cupcakes, they’ll burn if I don’t get them.” Molly’s jaw dropped at his words. When he pulled away, it was like a huge void entered the room. She craned her head in disbelief as he hurried down the back stairway. “Get cozy, I’ll be right back!” he called over his shoulder. Molly stood upright, a little stunned at his abrupt exit. He was without a doubt one of the most puzzling men she had ever met. Then she remembered that he was a musician. To her that explained everything.

For those of you who want more of May and this series, join us over at Sassy Vixen Publishing. May is our first showcased author on the new site. There you can find out more about Seaside Surrender book 4: Licorice Whips and May herself!

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